As long as he has a house with two bathrooms. I swear to God, I don't care if he's Jack the Ripper.

they have enough testosterone between them, if testosterone were electricity they could light up New York City for the month of August

Excuse me?" I said, palms down on the Formica tabletop. "Coffee? I thought we came here for pie." "I don't eat the kind of pie they serve here." I felt a flash of heat go through my stomach. I knew firsthand the kind of pie Ranger liked.

Calories don’t count if they’re connected to a celebration. Everyone knows this.

I always wanted to eat with a Negro,” Grandma said. Yeah, well I always wanted to eat with a boney- assed old white woman,” Lula said. “So I guess this works out good.

He's a good man," Ranger said. "And you?" "I'm better.

The dancers finished thier set, and one immediately strolled over to our table and straddled Ranger. Want a private party?" she asked. Not tonight," Ranger said. He handed her a twenty, and she left. What about the cat-feeding theory?" I asked him. Out the window.